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“Hello?” I groan into the phone, having overslept on this beautiful, extremely sunny Monday morning. I blink at the harsh sunlight, phone pressed to my ear, trying not to doze off since apparently there’s another person on the line.
“Hello?” I try again, clearing my throat, my morning voice sounding like a life-long smoker when I’ve never touched the things.
“Sophie?”
I hum. “Yeah, hi, Russia. Morning.” I keep my eyes closed, shivering underneath my blankets in a way that has nothing to do with the cold.
“Did I call too early?”
“I’m surprised you called at all. Phone calls are weird, don’t you think?”
“As opposed to talking in person?” he asks, sounding more confused than I am this fine morning.
I nod to myself, humming into the phone again, blinking slowly so I don’t get
